Page 313 of Black Reign

Her expression changes.

Just slightly.

Enough.

I let the curl slip from my fingers.

“Tea?”

She blinks.

“After proposing?”

“I didn't propose.”

“You announced.”

“Correct.”

“That might actually be worse.”

“Tea?”

A pause.

Then her mouth curves.

“Organic honey?”

“Always.”

She looks toward the black screen where my father disappeared.

Then back at me.

“I am not marrying you today, Xavier Blackwell.”

“I didn't say today.”

Her eyes widen.

I turn toward the kitchen before she can throw something.

Behind me:

“Ghost.”

I stop.

“What?”

Her voice carries a smile now.

“You're insane.”

I look back.

Caramel hair.